The Return of the Sorcerer - Orne

Thinking back my rotten life

Sacrifices and nameless crimes

All those things have lost their shine

Everything is pale in my eyes

Generations of learning the art

Of perfect focus, ignoring their cries

Never caring, always closing my heart

I turn away, repeating my signs

Five, five, five, five, five;

Asmodeus destroy him

Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine;

Bael protect me

Out from the darkness I hear voices

Must be my brother breaking free

And every night I wake up wondering:

Did I destroy the final key?

In the moment of dimming light

I am dressed in ceremonial ways

The Gate is opened, revealed and tried

I surrender at the end of my days